His idea of indicating strength and manliness lay in displaying as much of brutality and uncouthness as possible.
Wrinkled, bony and strong, he tried to dissimulate his uncouthness as a man of battle under a suave and indolent laziness.
This man represented the Germany that he had many times imagined, a sweet and tranquil Germany composed of burghers, a little heavy and slow perhaps, but atoning for their natural uncouthness by an innocent and poetic sentimentalism.
Oswyn smiled with some irony; and Sylvester suppressed a little shudder, reflecting that the man's uncouthness almost transgressed the bounds of decency.
She did not intend to give the preference to the elder brother; his exterior repelled her, while his uncouthnesshorrified and his conversation bored her.
This book was among the a b c s of the art—for an art is never perfected at its inception—and the blank sides of the leaf were united by paste, to hide the uncouthness of the unprinted pages.
According to Meerman, the uncouthness of the types of the Abecedarium is fully explained by the acceptance of this tradition.
I am sure you must have been struck by his awkward look and abrupt manner, and the uncouthness of a voice which I heard to be wholly unmodulated as I stood here.
Stupidity in her look, uncouthness in her walk, and heaviness in her flight are her principal characteristics.
It might naturally signify a hill-dweller or highlander as well as something large, but either would easily give rise to the derivative idea of uncouthness and rusticity.
The word "Hoosier" always had the sense of roughness or uncouthness in its early use.
The way they looked at her made her uncomfortable, she knew not why; while there was an uncouthnessand roughness about them that did not please her.
She saw but what she chose to see, and she chose always to see the best, avoiding coarseness and uncouthness without effort, as a matter of instinct.
The uncouthness of the language seems to have brought about its destruction; for, though many fragments have been found in bindings, only one perfect copy, now in the Bodleian, is known.
Tis not the excellency of their fancies, which in themselves are usually sorry and insipid enough, but the uncouthness of their presumption; not their extraordinary wit, but their prodigious rashness, which is to be admired.
